What now

When I was young, Thanksgiving weekend was a big yard marker for me. It started the end of the year for me. I knew that year was coming to an end. I had a pretty good idea what the school year was going to be like. Thanksgiving is where I started to make my plan for the spring. I knew that the first third of the school year was done. It was usually downhill from Thanksgiving.

As an adult Thanksgiving does not mean the same thing. I am not working toward the next big summer vacation. My years seem to take on a whole different dimension. I lack this kind of structure. My years do not make sense in the same way. I miss that kind of structure that I had back in school.